The Adopted Child at School – Writter Unknown
My uniform is smart, my eyes are bright,
But do you know how well I sleep at night?
The memories that wake me, sweating,
How far I am from just forgetting?
The burns have healed, the hair grown back
To you it seems there is little I lack
My home is loving, my homework done,
A happy family with holidays in the sun.
But part of me remains trapped there,
The empty room, the broken chair,
The hunger and the angry voices
The loneliness and lack of choices
The pasts’ black inky fingers trap me,
And pull me back, one word can slap me.
My fears are named, I know them well
I cannot stay, my bags packed-labelled hell
So teachers when a naughty child is all you see
Remember it’s not really me
It’s just a bit that won’t forget
That can’t move on, at least not yet.
You expect so much of me, for me to tell
If I’m being bullied or things aren’t going well
But telling is so very hard to do
If once you told and no-one believed you
My parents know, they understand,
They see me struggle, hold my hand
So listen to them, join the team
Remember things aren’t what they seem
And together we will start to see
Just how great I can really be!